My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Again!"

Qiu Yan immediately commanded the Soul-devouring Beast.

Having learned from his previous mistake, Chen Sansi was prepared. His Purple Thunder Bow bent like a full moon, and several Golden Scale Flying Blades shot out in succession, directly piercing into the mouth of the Soul-devouring Beast.

"Roar!!!"

The sharp blades cut through the softest part of its mouth, and the roar of the two-headed Soul-devouring Beast turned into a wail. Blood gushed from the mouth of the left head, while only the right head spewed a dense mist of blood.

Although the blood mist covered a wide range, it did not spread quickly. Chen Sansi easily broke free, and the Purple Thunder Bow in his hand transformed into the Xuanyuan Sword. Water Element True Power surged from the void, ready to strike the troublesome twin-headed Soul-devouring Beast.

The other two black-robed cultivators did not stand idly by. Each brandished a flying knife surrounded by blood qi, attempting to attack the bow-wielding cultivator from both sides, creating an opportunity for their Hall Master.

However, as their flying knives descended, the cultivator opposite seemed to truly twist like flowing water, vanishing in the narrow gap between the two knives.

When he reappeared, he was already behind them.

"Swish—"

The Xuanyuan Sword flashed, and the sound of a babbling brook echoed in their ears, the water winding past as the heads of the two black-robed cultivators fell to the ground.

Chen Sansi smoothly reached the Soul-devouring Beast, the sword flashed, cutting off the left head capable of launching a divine sense attack, then he fluidly turned to pierce the other ferocious beast head.

But at that moment, he noticed a pitch-black Gu Insect had appeared beside him, getting perilously close before he realized it due to his damaged divine sense.

Thick Earth Decision!

Golden light gleamed, and the earth's soil formed a shield in front of him.

Almost simultaneously, the Magic-eating Cicada suspended in the air exploded, unleashing a tsunami of Evil Qi, even twisting the void itself.

Chen Sansi, along with the Evil Qi-shrouded shield, stumbled backward, seeing Qiu Yan already approaching swiftly. He immediately clasped his hands to form a mantra, densely packed Sword Qi surged from behind, merged into one, transforming into a gigantic sword that descended from the sky.

"..."

Qiu Yan, in mid-charge, had to summon the Luminous Cover again to withstand the enormous sword descending straight down.

"Boom——"

After several rounds of confrontation, both sides distanced themselves.

Qiu Yan withdrew the Luminous Cover, placed one hand behind his back, and silently crushed a sensing talisman to call for help from his fellow sect members at the Seven Killings Sect.

Meanwhile, he spoke to stall for time: "Daoist Xiao, the forbidden place is full of treasures. There's no need for us to fight to the death. Why don't we both take a step back and split the spoils evenly?"

"Bang!"

Chen Sansi's Qi Observation Skill had long noticed the fluctuation of the talisman. Not wasting any time, he stepped forward as if boating across the sea, both hands gripping the sword, swinging it behind him. The surging waves layered on the sword edge, amassing to the utmost before sweeping explosively forward, True Power surging like mountains and seas!

Seeing words were futile, Qiu Yan had to summon his Lifebound Magical Artifact, a Crescent Moon Curved Blade. As it spun, it truly seemed to become a blood moon, emitting a strong, bloodthirsty Evil Qi, clashing against the torrential river.

"Clang——"

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the mountains, and living creatures within a few miles no longer dared to approach.

In one exchange, both sides retreated over a hundred steps.

Chen Sansi's legs embedded in the earth plowed two furrows into the thick earth.

Qiu Yan, on the other hand, landed steadily on the treetop of a locust tree after continuously flipping to dissipate his momentum.

His opponent was Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, while Chen Sansi's combined Immortal Martial capabilities were not weaker than this level. As long as he was cautious of his opponent's strange methods and fought steadily, he could surely win.

But there might not be much time.

It's highly likely that the Demon Cultivator had already sought help from his sect mates; if this drags on, it could be dangerous.

It was clear this was Qiu Yan's plan, standing still at the treetop, always ready to defend, intending to drag things out.

The nearest sect mates to this place would arrive within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

If the commotion grows larger, more people will notice.

Not only the Seven Killings Sect wants Xiao Feng dead, but the entire Beiyang Dao and all prominent orthodox sects do.

Because he is involved with the Han Court of the Eastern Continent!

"Xiao Feng, your identity is exposed, you're doomed!"

Qiu Yan squinted and said, "The only way to survive now is to join our Seven Killings Sect. As long as you agree, you will not lack benefits."

Tianhe Sword Skill, Nine Heavens Waterfall.

"Splash——"

Chen Sansi didn't utter a word of nonsense. After stabilizing his form, he soared into the sky again. The Xuanyuan Iron Sword roared incessantly, like a Divine Beast emerging from water, riding the stormy waves as it swept forward.

"Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation, truly a character."

While Qiu Yan imbued his curved blade with mana, he sneered, "If this drags on like this, I might not be your match, but within twenty rounds, you absolutely won't be able to hurt me!"

"Devour soul!"

The curved blade in front of him spun again, transforming into a crimson moon that sliced forward, while the two-headed Soul-devouring Beast, now missing a head, roared as it leapt into the air.

Blades and swords collided, mana churned.

Qiu Yan's hands, forming the Sword Control Technique, trembled constantly, feeling as if facing mountains and flooding torrents alone, but with all his might, he ultimately managed to withstand it.

But just as he breathed a slight sigh of relief, he suddenly felt the mountain above him turn incredibly hot, like it turned into a Flame Mountain, and the opponent's True Power no longer surged like a flood, but like a raging sea of fire.

Another type of True Power?

Qiu Yan watched as the water flow around his opponent's iron sword evaporated completely, replaced by scorching flames and... overwhelmingly powerful Sword Qi!